The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain hits the pavement in hard, grey sheets. You drive through the city. The streets are slick. The lights blur. You are a captain now. You used to be a soldier. The rank feels heavy. It sits on your shoulders like a wet wool coat. You hold the box in your lap. It is small. It is made of wood. Inside is a bird. The bird is a starling. It is broken. Its wing is twisted. Its eye is cloudy. It...

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